In the quiet of the infinite, children once whispered stories of the cosmic whirl.
A place where stars danced in restless spirals, casting shadows only the brave could chase.
The universe sang songs in hues of blue and mystery.
Among them, echoes of laughter and whispers of dreams lingered, woven into the fabric of void.
Above us, the skies trembled with secrets, like a great cosmic loom spinning untold tales.
Into the Dream Glass Lost in the Heart of Constellation Beneath the Whispering Veil